"Behind The Curtain"( FF )[2/4]

	And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too. 
As her younger lover sucked on her nipple, she ran
her hands through the girl's long hair and moved
them down Annette's bare back, letting her fingers
run lightly over the girl's tingling spine and feeling
that same tingle invade her own body.
	Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away
and stop the sucking of her orbs.  Annette gave into
her willingly, knowing that the pleasure had just
begun.
	Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved
her white panties down her firm, black legs.  Moving
them slowly as to tease her lover who she knew was
so anxious to see her black bush.
	But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few
seconds saw her mound, that beautiful tightly
cropped hair, and that little slit that was between
Vanessa's legs.  She licked her lips in anticipation,
bringing a smile once more to Vanessa.  Annette
couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of her 
cunt.
	Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke
softly but cheerfully to her love.
	"Now you." she said.
	Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall
off her body to the floor.  Her legs were firm too,
and tanned by the summer sun.  She was still
wearing a pair of little, pink  bunny panties that
came with the nightgown.  She turned for a moment
and wiggled her ass at Vanessa.  Vanessa giggled at
the sight and Annette looked over her  bare shoulder
and giggled too as she slipped the panties down her
legs.  Her back was still turned to Vanessa and the
first thing that the black woman saw was the crack
in her little lover's ass. That round little ass looked
so juicy, like freshly baked bread.  .
	Annette stepped out of the panties and threw
them back over her shoulder at Vanessa.  The dark
woman caught them and held them to her nose,
smelling the sweet cunt wetness that was there, an
aroma she knew so well.  
	Annette turned and spread her legs
triumphantly, moving her white, trembling hands
down the length of her sexy body.  She moved two
fingers into the folds of her cunt and moaned as she
felt the heavy wetness there.
	Vanessa watched her lover and as she
watched leaned back on the bed and spread her own 
black legs, moving her own red tipped fingers into
her dark hole.  Matching Annette's motions, she
soon matched her moans.
	They went on for a few moments, both
happy with their own mastubatory revels to passion. 
Both grew even more excited because they knew
that they were together in this lust, this
finger-fucking fun.
	Then, cued as if by some unseen director,
both girls pulled their fingers from their now soaking
cunts.  They looked at each other and grinned. 
Annette stepped forward, moving toward the bed
and the lover she had wanted for so long.  Vanessa
kept her legs spread, welcoming the white girl into
her body.
	Annette put her arms out in front of her and
fell into the bed, catching herself on her hands and
hanging there over Vanessa's black and sexy body. 
Annette's tits hung down low and rubbed against
Vanessa's darker breasts.  Vanessa cupped those tits
in her hands and pushed them up so she could bury
her face in the softness that was Annette's full
breasts.
	Then the white girl eased herself onto the
black woman's body and Vanessa lifted her legs
high, keeping them open.  She wrapped her legs
around Annette's back and held the girl firmly in her
grasp.  The two women  started to hump each other,
to feel their clits hardening and battling each other in
a pleasurable way. As they moved together, Annette
lay her head next to Vanessa's and her hair fell
across the black woman's face.  Vanessa smelled that
hair and loved it, it was fresh like the morning.
	They started to sweat as they hunched each
other so furiously and they started to moan too,
feeling their pussies get wetter and wetter with the
fever of the moment.  They were both flooded with
the fires of lesbian desire. Annette put her arms
around her lover's neck and kissed the side of
Vanessa's face, blowing in her ear.  She ran her
tongue into that ear, letting it follow the little swirls
there.
	Then with Annette tight between her legs,
Vanessa began to turn her body, moving slowly until
she was on top.  When she was, she loosened her
hold on Annette's waist and the smaller girl lifted her
legs and put them around Vanessa's firm  body.  The
humping then continued with the sound of wet cunts
beating each other with joy, and the sounds of
moaning and pleasant whimpering.
	The two women moved with each other,
playing with each other's bodies, running their hands
over black and white skin. Vanessa linked her
passion with the sight of Annette's sweating  body
that was churning under hers with so much anxious
love.
	Finally, after what seemed like hours,  they
broke apart and Vanessa rolled off Annette's heaving
body.  They moved on the bed, to the center and lay
next to each other, kissing and touching each other's
bodies.
	It was Vanessa who had the next lusty
thought.  She started to work her way down
Annette's body, kissing it and licking the perspiration
that was there, knowing that it was her perspiration
too as their bodies had become one.  She sucked on
the small pink nipples for a few seconds, then she
licked and kissed her way across her stomach. 
	Her ebony lover paused again to run her
tongue into Annette's little navel, she put her finger
in another special place, moving it easily into
Annette's cunt.  
	Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the
soft pink pussy, moving the finger around and
around.  Feeling both Annette's dampness and her
heat, Vanessa began to move it quickly, like a cock,
fucking Annette in a wonderful way.  Then Vanessa
took her tongue from Annette's navel and ran it
through the light hair above the girls pussy, licking
that hair and blowing on it.  Making it damp and
cool, even though the girl's pussy was hot and ready
to explode with passion.
	When Vanessa was ready,  she moved
quickly on the bed, putting her face between
Annette's legs as she stretched those legs out and
held them out with her hands.  Then she moved her
nimble tongue across the folds  of  her pussy.  She
felt Annette shiver with delight and lust.
	"Yes, Vanessa, eat me,"  Annette moaned.
"Lick my pussy."
	Annette reached down with her own hands
and spread the pussy lips apart.  Without hesitation,
Vanessa dived in.  She lapped at the young and
sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply
into Annette.  Then she brought the tongue up and
hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Annette's
shaking body.
	Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's
clit, striking it with a feverish feeling that made
Annette feverish too.  Feverish with desire for more
from this  woman's tongue.  And Vanessa was
willing to give more, for she knew that Annette
would soon be between her own legs, returning the
favor with her own soft tongue.
	Vanessa took the hardening clit between her
lips and sucked on it. She sucked and chewed and
bit on the piece of flesh and felt Annette's body
respond to each touch.  She knew she was driving
her lover insane with orgasmic feelings.  Looking up
she studied Annette as she sucked.  Annette was
feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her
head back and forth on the bed.
	Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with
sighs and squeals.  As she came Annette took her
hands off her tits and put them on the back of
Vanessa's head, pressing her head deep into her
pussy, telling her dark skinned lover not to stop until
she had come with all her fury.
	And then it was over.  Annette relaxed and
lay on the bed in a twilight state of dreamy
fulfillment.  Vanessa lifted her lips from the clit and
licked her lips, savoring one last time the sweetness
of her new lover.
	She smiled up at her lover.  Annette opened
up her eyes and smiled down at Vanessa.
	"Now you,"  she said in a whisper of love. 
"Now I want to eat you."
	"Yes...."  Vanessa purred. "I want you to do
that"
	Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe
panther.  Lying beside her young lover, she took
Annette in her arms and kissed her again.  Their
mouths opened and their tongues ran together. 
Annette could taste the sweetness of her own nectar
within her lover's mouth. For long minutes they
kissed lazily, savoring each other.
	Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into
fire again when Annette began to eat her pussy. 
And Annette couldn't wait.
	 Annette kissed her ebony love one last time
before starting her journey down towards Vanessa's
chocolate valley. 
	"I love you...." Annette said as she paused on
her downward journey.  "I just want you to know
that.  I don't know how I can ever repay what you've
given me."
	"There's an easy way you can thank me." 
Vanessa replied.
	Annette looked puzzled for a moment.
	The older woman spread her legs wide and
pointed to her open pussy and giggled.
	Annette had to giggle too.  She had almost
forgotten.
	"I will thank you in that special way," She
assured Vanessa, " and I will make it very special for
you"
	"I'm sure you will."
	Then Annette began to move down
Vanessa's hard, dark body, kissing and licking her
breasts, smelling the oily freshness of her skin.
Following Vanessa's example she tongued out the
little black navel. She moved her finger into
Vanessa's other hole that was so sweet, so wet and
so inviting.
	The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment
almost made her pass out with joy.  Annette spread
the dark lips apart and moved her tongue into the
deep cavern.  The warmth of her mouth filled its
hollow.
	She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers
running through her long hair. She was in heaven. 
No matter what came in the future, this would
always be a moment she would look back upon with
delight.
	Two days later they’d had their final fight
and she was gone from Annette’s life. 


	“Can’t live in the past.”  Annette thought as
she dropped the scarf back into it’s bag.  “As much
as I’d sometimes like to.”
	Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into
the wastepaper basket near the dresser.  A common
friend had told her that Vanessa already had a new
lover -- one who was much more open about her
sexual identity.  If nothing else, she missed the hot
nights the two of them shared.


	Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was
about to start the water running for her shower and
then paused.  It was only seven-thirty, much too
early to rush out the door.  A bath would feel better
than a shower. She had plenty of time, after all,
Scarlett’s didn’t even open until nine.    
	Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub
that was one of the things she loved about this old
apartment.  The heat of the water felt good as it
penetrated her body.  The tub was wide and long
enough that she could stretch her whole body out.
	After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette
began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap.
The hot water felt good as it splashed across
Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across
her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As
always, it felt good.  
	Annette slid the bar of soap down between
her legs and began rubbing the wet mound.  Letting
the yellow bar float free, she slipped a finger inside
herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second
finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was
furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm
water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her
thumb played against her clit. 
	The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes,
letting herself drift in her thoughts.  It wasn't long
before Annette's body began to tremble with the
approach of an orgasm.  Her mouth formed a silent
O as her legs and arms grew weak  and repeated
waves of delight rippled  up and down her naked
form. 
	For long moments she just drifted there, even
after her bodyquake had ceased.  She just listened to
the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the gentle flow
of the water as it bounced off her.  Those first
moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished. 
	
	Eventually, the water began to cool and
Annette lifted herself out of the tub.  Dripping
water, she stepped up and out of the old tub and
onto the tiled floor.  She retrieved a large bath towel
from hook on the door and began to dry herself. 
	Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth
against her nipples. Annette stopped for a moment
and  took a long look at herself in the bathroom's
full length mirror and took stock.   
	At 22, she was just entering her best years
and she was determined not to waste them.  Her
breasts were a firm 36C, topped with bright pink
nipples.  Her stomach was flat and lean, the result of
a constant attention to her diet and exercise. 5’7”
and 130 lbs, her long dark hair reached just below
her shoulders. She ran her hands down across her
naked body, enjoying the touch of her own hand. 
As her fingers brushed against her tightly trimmed
bush, she gently slipped a single finger within
herself, enjoying the memory of only a few minutes
before. 
	“Ooooo.”  she murmured to herself.  “I do
need to get laid.” 


	After she finished drying herself off, The
brunette open the sealed bag and dressed herself in
the panties and bra.  Admiring herself in the mirror,
she smiled at the reflection.
	“It was your loss, Vanessa.” she laughed.
	Annette took another ten minutes sorting
through her closet, trying to find exactly the right
look to go with her mood.  Finally, after trying on
three other outfits, she was satisfied with the look of
the woman who smiled back at her in the full sized
mirror.
	The outfit was simple but it made a
statement. Slightly faded but comfortable jeans and a
wide black leather belt, both topped by a form fitting
black T-shirt.  The flimsy bra she wore was almost
invisible underneath it. She wore only the slightest
trace of make-up, preferring to go with the natural
look.  The only jewelry she added was a pair of
small silver hoop earrings and a matching silver
bracelet on her right hand. A pair of equally
comfortable but ridiculously expensive sneakers
covered her feet. Finally, the last item of her
ensemble  was a black leather jacket that had once
belonged to her brother but had long since been
outgrown. 
	“Well I don’t know about anyone else.”  she
laughingly said to her reflection. “But I’d sure as hell
want to go to bed with you.”

	Her little joke was abruptly cut off in
mid-laugh as the phone rang.  She hesitated a
moment, thinking she should let the machine pick it
up.  Then she remembered that the tape had broken
and she was supposed to pick up a new one on the
way home tonight. In the excitement of getting off
early she had forgotten all about it.  
	“Hello.”  she said as she picked up the
receiver.
	“Hi sweetheart.”  replied a strong male
voice.
	“Dad..?”  she answered, somewhat surprised
to find his voice on the other end of the line.  “Is
anything wrong?”  she quickly added.
	“No honey, nothing’s wrong.”  he said
reassuringly.  “Can’t I call my favorite daughter just
to say hi?”
	“Of course you can.”  Annette replied as she
thought that her older brother must’ve been out if
Dad was calling her.  
	They had a few minutes of casual chatting,
before her father came to the point of his call.
	“Your mother’s gone out with one of her
girlfriends and I was wondering if you’d like to
come on over and watch a little TV with your old
Dad.”
	“Gee Dad, normally I’d love to.”  she said in
her most dutiful tone.  “But I was just on my way
out and ...”
	“A date...?”  John Delany interrupted.” 
	“Well not exactly.”  Annette said.  “But I’m
sure there will be a lot of interesting people there. 
You never know ...”
	“Well in that case, let me let you go.”  he
said, his voice a mixture of both hope and
disappointment.
	“Bye Dad, I’ll call you over the weekend.”
she said before she hung up the phone.
	“One of these days I’m really going to have
to tell them.”  Annette thought as she looked down
at the phone.  “Yeah, one of these days...”    
	

	Scarlett’s Rose was located up on the upper
east side.  Ironically enough, the cabaret was only
five blocks away from the apartment building where
Annette had grown up and her parents still lived. 
During the day, the nondescript front of the
nightclub attracted little attention.  It was only after
dark that the doors opened and it resounded with
the sounds of entertainment.  By that time, all of the
other businesses on the block were long closed. 
	Annette had been a frequent visitor over the
last few months.  Ironically enough, it had been
Vanessa who had told her about the club.  Actually,
she had told her about the existence of the New
York club after she had mentioned that back in
California, where she had gone to college,  she had
found a really great place to meet people or just
hang out -- it was also called Scarlett’s Rose.  
	After a little investigation, they’d learned
that there were over twenty other Scarlett’s spread
over the United States and Canada.  She found that
somewhat humorous, a franchise chain of lesbian
social clubs.  Still, they had been the best nightspots
she’d ever been in.  
	A wide smile came to her lips as she
remembered how she and her college roommate
Karen had stumbled onto the club one night while
they were looking for another club in the same area. 
The place seemed pretty popular so they gave up
their search and decided to stop for a drink and
check the place out.  They had just ordered drinks
when Karen finally noticed that there wasn’t a guy in
the place.  Even the four bartenders were women.   
	Annette had noticed that fact immediately
but didn’t mention it.  She was curious to see
Karen’s reaction.  Curious and maybe a little hopeful
that she might be a little receptive to the
environment.
	“Oh shit.”  Karen whispered to Annette as
she leaned close to her ear.  “This is a dyke bar. 
Look at all those lezzies on the dance floor.”  
	A small look of disappointment had flashed
across the brunette’s face as she heard her friend use
that derogatory term.  She’d lost track of the
number of times she’d come home and found the
door locked because Karen was screwing the brains
out of some jock or another.  It was no secret that
she was heavily into guys but until this moment,
Annette had hoped that her childhood friend might
be open to other avenues as well.  
	“So what.”  Annette replied in a neutral tone. 
“It might be kind of interesting to hang around and
take a look.  Isn’t that what college is supposed to
be all about, opening your mind to new
experiences.”
	“Not this experience.”  Karen said quickly as
she paid for her drink and then began to step away
from the bar, leaving the drink untouched.
	She got a few steps, then realized that
Annette was still at the bar.
	“You’re not thinking of staying here, are
you?”  she asked.
	“No, I guess not.”  Annette had said as she
looked around at all the women standing at the bar. 
“But I’ll definitely be back.” she silently promised
herself.
	During the remainder of their senior year,
Annette managed to visited the club at least two or
three times a month.  Needless to say, she never
mentioned it to Karen.

	If anything, the Scarlett’s Rose in New York
was even bigger and more opulent than the one
Annette had visited while in school.  They were both
decorated in a turn of the century motif but the
Manhattan club was almost twice the size.  One
common denominator, aside from the name was a
large oil painting hanging in a place of honor.  
	The portrait was that of a young woman in
her mid-twenties. She had long flaming red hair that
stretched down to her waist which was the first
thing you noticed.  It framed a creamy white
complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling
emerald eyes.  She wore a gown that was low cut,
revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white
as her face. On the bottom of the frame was a small,
highly polished plaque that read -- Scarlett
McMurphy - 1949.
	On her first visit here, Annette had asked
about the painting.  One of the bartenders had told
her that it was a portrait of the woman that had
originated the string of clubs for women.  Taking a
longer look at her beautiful face, Annette regretted
for a moment that she hadn’t been born a half
century earlier.

	Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the
bar and looked around.  There were only a few
dozen patrons, the club had only opened a half hour
before.  The dance floor and the second half of the
club wouldn’t even open for another hour. She
didn’t see anyone she knew, taking that as both a
plus and a minus.  
	It was always hard meeting someone new.
She always felt a little awkward during those first
chats as they sort of danced around various subjects
and felt each other out.   Yet, there was always the
chance of running into someone who really hadn’t
worked out.  That had happened to Annette a few
times as well.  Octavia immediately came to mind.
	She had met the 27 year old at the club’s
Halloween party last October.  Annette had come as
a female pirate, her unrestrained breasts practically
falling out of the loose blouse she had worn.  It had
taken quite a lot of liquid courage and
encouragements from Michelle to get her to go out
like that.  One look at Octavia had made her throw
all caution to the wind.  
	She had long straight black hair that
stretched down to her waist, with pale white skin
that made it even more vibrant.  Bright blue eyes and
even brighter red lips completed the image.  The
tight fitting dress she wore, barely containing two
mammoth globes, made her look like an erotic cross
between Morticia Addams and Elvira.  It was lust at
first sight and they had met the dawn together.  The
attraction faded however when she met her for lunch
a few days later and found that Octavia dressed like
that all year round.  All she ever wore was black.  It
was a little too strange for Annette.
	Then there had been Anna, a married woman
she had met one night. They’d had a brief encounter
that only lasted a few hours in a nearby hotel.
Annette remembered she had the most beautiful
nipples and such caring brown eyes.  Unfortunately
she had been in New York only for a few days on a
trip and she had never seen her again. 
	The image of Anna kneeing topless over her
own naked form suddenly vanished from Annette’s
mind as her wandering gaze abruptly stopped at a
young woman sitting at a small table across the
room.  
	“Annette, this could be your lucky night.”
she said to herself as she picked up her drink and left
the bar.
	Carefully she navigated the room, which was
already much more crowded than when she had first
arrived. She tried to keep one eye on the woman’s
table, to make sure that she really was alone. In no
time at all, she was standing beside it.
	“Do you mind if I sit down?”  she said,
already moving into the empty seat before the other
woman could answer. 
	“I guess not.”  she replied, slightly miffed at
the fait accompli.
	“Annette Delany.”  the brunette said with a
smile.
	“ Antoinette Martinez.”  she replied without
returning the smile.
	Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in
her middle 30’s.  About 5’9”, she had a dark olive
complexion and weighed about 150 lbs.  Her frame
carried the weight well, the type of woman you
usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black
hair topped a round pleasant face and thick bright
red lips framed a warm smile when she wanted it
too.
	“Can I buy you a drink?”  Annette asked.
	“I’m still working on this one.”  the darker
skinned woman replied as she lifted her nearly full
glass to illustrate.
	“Oh.”  Annette said discouraged as the
meaning of her words became apparent. “I guess this
was a mistake.”
	Antoinette finally smiled. An action that
caused Annette heart to slightly flutter.
	“Another night it might not have been.”  she
said warmly.  “I think you’re pretty cute actually. 
But tonight I’m looking for someone ... a little
older.”
	“Oh, I see.”  the younger woman said, a little
disappointed.     
	“Actually, I was a little surprised when you
came over.”  Antoinette continued. “I figured you
were looking for the same thing.  It is after all
Wednesday night.”
	Now Annette looked confused.  She had
never been to Scarlett’s on a weeknight.  Did
Wednesday have any special significance?
	“I guess you weren’t aware that on
Wednesday nights, the crowd in here tends to be
somewhat older than during the rest of the week.
Just like on Mondays it’s much more butch.”
	“Is there any other night I should know
about?”  Annette asked, feeling just a little bit
embarrassed.
	“Well, unless you get into a little bondage
now and then, I’d avoid Thursdays if I was you.” the
older woman offered. 
	“Do you come here on Thursdays?”  Annette
found herself asking. 
	“I have, when the mood strikes.”  she
grinned in reply.
	“Well, this has definitely been very
informative.”  Annette said as she got up to leave. 
“And I apologize for my error.”
	“No apology needed.”  Antoinette said, this
time her smile was genuine. “Like I said, another
night and it might be a little different. And by the
way, my friends call me Toni.”
	“Well it was nice meeting you Toni.” 
Annette smiled back as she stepped away.
	Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman’s
38 inch bust straining against the simple denim shirt
she was wearing, Annette wondered what it might
be like to stop by on a Thursday night and meet
Toni again.
	     	 

	Taking a seat again at the bar, Annette again
surveyed the women around her and this time noted
that yes, they were an older crowd.  Funny that she
hadn’t noticed that before.  Not that she had
anything against older woman.  While not her first
preference, she’d had a very brief fling with her
history professor back in college and she had been in
her mid-fifties. Like many other things during that
time, it had been a very educational experience. 
	An hour went by and Annette had a few
more drinks before switching to mineral water.  She
knew her limits on alcohol.  She’d chatted with a
few more woman but failed to make a connection
with any of them. She was just about resigned to
calling the night a failure and call for a cab when she
heard a voice call her name.
	“Annette, darling.”  the high pitched voice
practically screamed, even though it’s owner was
only a few feet away. “How wonderful to run into
you.”
	“Oh shit.” Annette muttered under her
breath.  “This is got to be the perfect end to a really
fucked up evening.
	Even so, she put on her best face as she
turned around to face the woman who had called her
name.  She was taller than Annette, with longer jet
black hair that ran just below her shoulders.  About
ten years older, she was wearing a light yellow
jacket and black slacks.  Visible beneath the jacket
was a black lace bra in lieu of a blouse.  It was  very
similar to the one Annette herself was wearing,  the
only difference being that it was several sizes
smaller.
	“Hello Francine.”  Annette said, wishing she
had left ten minutes ago.
	Annette hid her discomfort as Francine made
kissing noises against each of her cheeks.  Mentally
she quickly rehearsed her next lines, that she was
happy to see her but that she had caught her on the
way out.  Tomorrow was a work day after all and
she had to get in early for a meeting.
	Francine never gave her a chance as she
immediately began chatting away at a mile a minute.
All in that nasal tone that Annette found so
irritating.  Well it was something she’d brought upon
herself, Annette told herself.  She’d just have to bear
it for a little while.
	Francine was a former hairdresser from
Queens who now worked as some sort of Nanny for
some theater big shot.  Annette didn’t remember too
much of the story she’d told her because the
younger woman was oh so very drunk at the time. 
It was the weekend after she and Vanessa broke up. 
Michelle was out of town and she had come up to
Scarlett’s in search of some companionship. 
	A long time ago, long before she came to
grips with her sexuality, a friend of hers had told her
a few rather crude lesbian jokes.  One of them had
stuck in her mind and ever since that night with
Francine had become a watch-phrase she never
forgot.  That joke had been a question - what was
the lesbian mating call?  The answer had been -- 
“I’m so drunk!”.  
	Of course that would apply to anyone,
straight or gay, but there was no other explanation
she could offer as to how she woke up in Francine’s
bed the next morning. Personality wise they were
poles apart.  If had been her fault, not Francine’s. 
As such, she couldn’t bring herself to just brush off
her obvious attempts at a second encounter.  She
could only hope she would tire of trying.